At one time, I was an engineer traveling to Queretero on a
monthly basis staying for weeks at a time. I was eating lunch at the factory cafeteria, and the locals were telling jokes about some employee, and I got it, I laughed with them and they realized, I was here for them and understood their language, even though I was lousy speaking it.

Everyone was stunned that I got it. It was a cultural moment for everyone. We don’t want to transform them, we want them to figure out their path to freedom.

The kicker was, they all wanted the same freedoms America offered. They are the young nationals supporting freedom in Mexico. I felt for them. They are fighting a HUGE battle, much worse than we are.

There is a side of Mexico people don’t know about, the patriots. Only they are a small, a tiny minority. That’s the pity, but, they’re out there, struggling to apply our freedoms to their country. They are good people. I’m glad I got to know them.